by MarktheAuthor | Dec 31, 2025 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
First Lead I drove through the dull-colored streets back to Lorna’s, hoping for directions to the Jenkins’ place. I also wanted to gauge the reaction of the Peale women when I tossed out Aidan’s accusation that they’d hidden Kayla with the couple. The two of them were...
by MarktheAuthor | Dec 29, 2025 | Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
County Clowns I pulled up in front of the police station with the sun halfway over the mountaintops. It was a brick-and-mortar operation, painted the color of tired sandstone after years of rugged mountain weather. An odd building for small-town cops with more...
by MarktheAuthor | Dec 26, 2025 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Junkyard Peale The walls of the room felt too close together. I unzipped my small duffel, planning to store the bits and pieces of clothing I’d brought along in the tiny bureau drawers. Thoughts of Aidan Peale’s potential menace raced around like barn mice in my...
by MarktheAuthor | Dec 24, 2025 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Nickelback Motel On Faye’s advice, I checked into the Nickelback Motel. She’d told me the owner, Oliver, held a wealth of information about the area. She spoke with a wink, a mischievous glint in her eye, which left me to ponder his potential for exaggerating local...
by MarktheAuthor | Dec 19, 2025 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Girl’s Gone The drive to the Peale home revealed a small-scale, picturesque town surrounded by mountains. Its valley location made for short days covered in a soft layer of darkness at a quarter of seven in the morning. Crisp air carried a hint of wood smoke. Bright...
by MarktheAuthor | Dec 18, 2025 | Fiction, Novels, Private Investigator, Process, Serialized, Writing
Eureka “Slow morning?” I asked the bespectacled, middle-aged Pippi Longstocking-type behind the counter. I’d settled on a stool at The Daily Diner in Eureka, Montana, after the grueling drive through the mountains. I was ready for a hot cup of joe and a fattening...
